Gritch, the ride is definitely not what you would consider smooth. The terrain throughout the land is very hilly and the back roads the Jolly Ranchers are taking were probably barely maintained in their time. Most of the them, old and cracked two-lane highways, snaking throughout the land and running alongside rivers, streams and lakes. The bikes are moving fast. It's fifteen or so rumbling engines slicing through the pristine quiet of the nature in the area. The wind is cold and it's hard to see with but the light from their headlights being cast ahead.
Hugo is near the head of the pack, close to Trey and Rousseau. There's a woman on the back of Rousseau's bike. The one with the scarf. How the hell she's keeping warm you have no idea. She's huddled tight, close to his back as possible.
It's like this for an hour or so. Then, something comes moving up from behind. Would Gritch recognize it?
It's you Marlene. Up ahead, you see the tail-lights of a crowd of motorcycles, glowing red in the night. Every now and then they pass through a patch of fog or around the bend of a road, but you're moving in on them. Barney is fucking fast.
What are you guys doing?